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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Faust,
the Slits,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Scientists,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
The Leaves,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
The Move,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.