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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the crunk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Funky Four + One,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül II,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bush Tetras,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
James White and The Blacks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Skaos,
MDC,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.