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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Maleditus Sound,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Subhumans,
Archie Shepp,
One Last Wish,
Neu!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
The Index,
Pagans,
Fear,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stetsasonic,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
MDC,
DJ Style,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Moebius,
Pere Ubu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
The Trojans,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.