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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eurythmics,
Ossler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dirtbombs,
Magma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Iggy Pop,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Kurtis Blow,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Lynne,
Amon Düül II,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.