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 Togo and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
UT,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
The New Christs,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.