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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tommy Roe,
World's Most,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Stereo Dub,
Chrome,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Second Layer,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.