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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Young Rascals,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
The Evens,
Amon Düül II,
Motorama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Nirvana,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
PIL,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Tom Boy,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ohio Players,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Half Japanese,
June of 44,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.