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 Saudi Arabia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magma 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Jeff Lynne,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Niagra,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Black Flag,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kerri Chandler,
Urselle,
The Residents,
Black Pus,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.