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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Masters at Work,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Darondo,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Quantec,
JFA,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
cv313,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Isaac Hayes,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.