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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Warsaw,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Bourne,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonic Youth,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
In Retrospect,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
AZ,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.