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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Angels of Light to the dance 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Royal Trux,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Blake Baxter,
Josef K,
Maurizio,
Organ,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dave Gahan,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
The Techniques,
the Germs,
Slave,
ABC,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
X-101,
The Seeds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.