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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Nico,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
The Cure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sound,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.