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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Alphaville to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a harpsichord 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
Crash Course in Science,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Model 500,
Arab on Radar,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ludus,
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Brick,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Fear,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Barbara Tucker,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blues Magoos,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Whodini,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Second Layer,
Skarface,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.