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 Egypt and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Human League,
Rod Modell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Harmonia,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
MDC,
In Retrospect,
Yellowson,
Reagan Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
X-101,
The Durutti Column,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Tears for Fears,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.