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 Solomon Islands and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul II Soul to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Rod Modell,
The Saints,
Little Man,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
Make Up,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Patti Smith,
cv313,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Ice-T,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.