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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Arthur Verocai,
Davy DMX,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visage,
David Bowie,
Pierre Henry,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.