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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Fraelich,
The Angels of Light,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
Jacques Brel,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Crime,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.