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 Palau and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Sight & Sound,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
the Normal,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Wyatt,
Neu!,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
The Evens,
EPMD,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stiv Bators,
Massinfluence,
Banda Bassotti,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brick,
The Misunderstood,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.