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 Congo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The New Christs to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hot Snakes,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
The Motions,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Deakin,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Desert Stars,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Zero Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Fall,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.