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 Comoros and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mars,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Sam Rivers,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.