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 Montenegro and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 World's Most to the techno 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Moebius,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
MDC,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Knickerbockers,
Cluster,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
Faust,
Subhumans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.