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 Swaziland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
Black Pus,
Wire,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Wings,
CMW,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.