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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Camberwell Now,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Jandek,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.