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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
Monks,
Amazonics,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
The Saints,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
Oneida,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Motorama,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The United States of America,
Symarip,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.