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 Iceland and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Teasers,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Funkadelic,
Prince Buster,
Wasted Youth,
The Associates,
Joensuu 1685,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.