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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grime 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
Freddie Wadling,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
Schoolly D,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.