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 South Africa and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Magazine,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
the Slits,
Fear,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q65,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
The Beau Brummels,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.