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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 John Lydon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radio Birdman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Scion,
Kayak,
Judy Mowatt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.