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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jandek to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Yazoo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
David McCallum,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.