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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Electric Prunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
Infiniti,
Hot Snakes,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
Animal Collective,
The Move,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
David Bowie,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Morten Harket,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Happenings,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.