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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Kenny Larkin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Gichy Dan,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
The Mummies,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Scion,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.