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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Procol Harum,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television Personalities,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Motorama,
The Fuzztones,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.