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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funky Four + One,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amazonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Soul II Soul,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Erasure,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Todd Rundgren,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.