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 Sri Lanka and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Young Rascals to the techno 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Roxette,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Davy DMX,
Cameo,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
Skaos,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.