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 Belize and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 a güiro and an organ 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Dead Boys,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Scratch Acid,
Jandek,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Camberwell Now,
In Retrospect,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Sandy B,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arab on Radar,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Sight & Sound,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.