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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the electroclash 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
Ronan,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Wings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Bang On A Can,
The Gap Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
Judy Mowatt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Vladislav Delay,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.