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 Qatar and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Technova to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Divine Comedy,
E-Dancer,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
Mo-Dettes,
The Real Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gong,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Wasted Youth,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Quantec,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.