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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Scrapy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Supertramp,
Slave,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Groovy Waters,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Rod Modell,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
the Slits,
This Heat,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Chrome,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
The Fall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.