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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Supertramp to the disco 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Neu!,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Stiv Bators,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Max Romeo,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.