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 Albania and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Sister Nancy to the dance 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Schoolly D,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Last Poets,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
Hoover,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.