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 Poland and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Names to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s.
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 Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Warren Ellis,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
This Heat,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.