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 Swaziland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Don Cherry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Delta 5,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sound,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roxette,
Pharoah Sanders,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.