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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Kinks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Banda Bassotti,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Connie Case,
the Soft Cell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minutemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Trojans,
Model 500,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vainqueur,
PIL,
Aswad,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
Sugar Minott,
Infiniti,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.