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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Aural Exciters to the rap 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Can,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Pagans,
New Order,
Visage,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
Minutemen,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joensuu 1685,
Tom Boy,
Michelle Simonal,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.