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 Israel and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith,
Deakin,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
AZ,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Henry Cow,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.