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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dahlbäck to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Saints,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Prince Buster,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.