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 Italy and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
The Five Americans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Glenn Branca,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Al Stewart,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Fear,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.