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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neu!,
Man Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Joey Negro,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boredoms,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
These Immortal Souls,
F. McDonald,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.