Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Half Japanese to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Skaos,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
The Star Department,
Al Stewart,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Hot Snakes,
Make Up,
Bootsy Collins,
Technova,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.