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 Swaziland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swell Maps,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Nas,
the Bar-Kays,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Grauzone,
Chrome,
Fear,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.