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 Chad and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
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 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 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Trojans,
Monks,
Masters at Work,
Pantytec,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Icehouse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.