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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
Young Marble Giants,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
Bob Dylan,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Magazine,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Ultra Naté,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.