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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
The Wake,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Franke,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Lou Reed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.