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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Gong,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
K-Klass,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Mars,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.