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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the grunge 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
New Age Steppers,
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
Minutemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monolake,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
Spandau Ballet,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Moss Icon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxette,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.