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 India and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
cv313,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
John Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Ultravox,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Inner City,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Fatback Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.