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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warren Ellis 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 clarinet 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Womack,
Country Teasers,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scientists,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
The Smoke,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
Cybotron,
Technova,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
The Real Kids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.