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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Nirvana to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Human League,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Joey Negro,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Wolf Eyes,
Mission of Burma,
The Cure,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Robert Görl,
Eve St. Jones,
Connie Case,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Section 25,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.