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 Botswana and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks to the crunk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
The Smoke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Audionom,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Don Cherry,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Association,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.