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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DJ Style to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
the Sonics,
Jawbox,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Second Layer,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
10cc,
PIL,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.