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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Move to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ornette Coleman,
B.T. Express,
Can,
The Toasters,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
The Remains,
China Crisis,
Pole,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.