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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
The Beau Brummels,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Qualms,
Brick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Camouflage,
Loose Ends,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.