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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Little Man to the grime 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Tears for Fears,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
In Retrospect,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Sparks,
Echospace,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Wally Richardson,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.