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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Index,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Cymande,
Television,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
Visage,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Bobby Womack,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.