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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Heaven 17,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gories,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.