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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Ultravox,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cameo,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
the Germs,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.