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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Q and Not U to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Crime,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Neon Judgement,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
The Index,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suburban Knight,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
Intrusion,
Marmalade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Jacques Brel,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.