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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Idris Muhammad,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Soul II Soul,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronan,
Hoover,
The Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pretty Things,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Theoretical Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Inner City,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
The Star Department,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Sound Behaviour,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Wings,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.