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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magazine,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Q65,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Neil Young,
Drexciya,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Mars,
Gichy Dan,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter & Gordon,
Von Mondo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Technova,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Subhumans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.