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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Stetsasonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Procol Harum,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Q65,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Alphaville,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mars,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Intrusion,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.