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 Turkmenistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Fear,
Yellowson,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pagans,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Sugar Minott,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
DJ Sneak,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
Altered Images,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.