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 Chad and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Aural Exciters,
The Evens,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
David McCallum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.