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 Austria and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Dice to the electroclash 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
DNA,
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brothers Johnson,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Excepter,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
Swans,
The Names,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Sällskapet,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.