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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sällskapet,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Juan Atkins,
Cheater Slicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.