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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Charles Mingus to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Franke,
Niagra,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Selecter,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
The Trojans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agitation Free,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Zapp,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.