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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Kayak to the jazz 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
The Remains,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
The Divine Comedy,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Technova,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.