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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
The Offenders,
Aloha Tigers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Public Enemy,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.