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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Selecter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 sitar and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
Essential Logic,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Goldenarms,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Aaron Thompson,
Pole,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Hood,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
John Foxx,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Coltrane,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Graham Central Station,
Pussy Galore,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.