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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Fatback Band,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Zeros,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
Susan Cadogan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
The New Christs,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.