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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Scan 7,
Sam Rivers,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Quando Quango,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Drexciya,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Skatalites,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
Gabor Szabo,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.