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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
MDC,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Motions,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Saccharine Trust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
X-101,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Wyatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Matthew Bourne,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.