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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
a-ha,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Subhumans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris Corsano,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Hashim,
The Dead C,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.