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 Zambia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the electroclash 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Parrish,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lightning Bolt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Lynne,
Terry Callier,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Cymande,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.