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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Dennis Brown,
Girls At Our Best!,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lower 48,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Deakin,
Danielle Patucci,
Buzzcocks,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.