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 Armenia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Aural Exciters,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Hutcherson,
F. McDonald,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
The Trojans,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hoover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
U.S. Maple,
Faust,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
The Index,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.