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 Syria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Trumans Water to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Bush Tetras,
Kaleidoscope,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Delta 5,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxette,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skarface,
ABC,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
The Saints,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.