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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
Skriet,
10cc,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Starr,
China Crisis,
Y Pants,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.