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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Swell Maps to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pylon,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Bauhaus,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Intrusion,
Massinfluence,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Moebius,
Don Cherry,
Alphaville,
Toni Rubio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Gang of Four,
R.M.O.,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.