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 Uganda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Average White Band,
Animal Collective,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Oblivians,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
LL Cool J,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.