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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Con Funk Shun,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Bush Tetras,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Evens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Basic Channel,
Excepter,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.