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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
The Cure,
Bluetip,
Ronnie Foster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Moebius,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
Saccharine Trust,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Schoolly D,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.