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 Peru and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ossler,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Von Mondo,
Sugar Minott,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
Ornette Coleman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Easy Going,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Franke,
Connie Case,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ponytail,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.