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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Dual Sessions,
Index,
June Days,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Zapp,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Mission of Burma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Offenders,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.