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 East Timor and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and an oboe 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Techniques,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
China Crisis,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.