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 Montenegro and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Roxette to the rap 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
MC5,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Liliput,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Technova,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
The Fortunes,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Victims,
Gabor Szabo,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Zeros,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Parrish,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.