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 Macedonia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Finger,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
UT,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
The Kinks,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Make Up,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.