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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Kerri Chandler,
New Age Steppers,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
Bill Near,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Litter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Fugazi,
JFA,
Visage,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.