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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Ituana,
E-Dancer,
cv313,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swell Maps,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Residents,
X-102,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Lyres,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Neu!,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Black Bananas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Underground Resistance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Marvin Gaye,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.