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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Magma,
the Swans,
Black Moon,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
Big Daddy Kane,
Khruangbin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Graham Central Station,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Joe Finger,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Josef K,
Oblivians,
Neu!,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.