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 Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Circle Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Eurythmics,
Hasil Adkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Lyres,
Can,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Slick Rick,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
One Last Wish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
Vainqueur,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Oblivians,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.