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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deepchord,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Essential Logic,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Dawn Penn,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Average White Band,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.