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 Germany and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Deadbeat to the dance 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
New Order,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Television,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Albert Ayler,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
The Move,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fela Kuti,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.