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 Norway and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sexual Harrassment to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
the Association,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Barracudas,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blackbyrds,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
Gang Green,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.