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 Finland and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Television Personalities,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Residents,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Accadde A,
Ludus,
Arthur Verocai,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.