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 Namibia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
FM Einheit,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Lebanon Hanover,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rakim,
Franke,
Sällskapet,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ornette Coleman,
Gregory Isaacs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Davy DMX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
The Move,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.