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 St Lucia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Isaac Hayes,
X-Ray Spex,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Colin Newman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.