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 Zambia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Ultra Naté to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Faraquet,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Clear Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
U.S. Maple,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Arcadia,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Ice-T,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.