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 Kiribati and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
Idris Muhammad,
The Star Department,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Average White Band,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Desert Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
The Barracudas,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Osbourne,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Glenn Branca,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
OOIOO,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.