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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nas to the techno 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Dave Gahan,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
Don Cherry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
The Vogues,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
The Blackbyrds,
Anthony Braxton,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
MC5,
The Fuzztones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magazine,
Nas,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Byrd,
Das Ding,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
Hot Snakes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Buckinghams,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.