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 Malta and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sonics,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Thee Headcoats,
Smog,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
The Monochrome Set,
Section 25,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fall,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.