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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rap 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Crime,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
New Order,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
John Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Görl,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sixth Finger,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Television,
the Germs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
The Music Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
La Düsseldorf,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.