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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nico to the techno 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Whodini,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Boredoms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.