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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the rap 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Tommy Roe,
Junior Murvin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fall,
Scientists,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Gang of Four,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eve St. Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
The Skatalites,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Suicide,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.