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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Modern Lovers 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Hashim,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Goldenarms,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Colin Newman,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doors,
Hasil Adkins,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magma,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.