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 Belgium and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liliput to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Ronan,
Rotary Connection,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Ohio Players,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Young Marble Giants,
Patti Smith,
The Doors,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.