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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Warsaw,
Grey Daturas,
Trumans Water,
Scan 7,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joyce Sims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bad Manners,
a-ha,
Fatback Band,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Goldenarms,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Zapp,
Lower 48,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.