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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Seeds 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Stereo Dub,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Music Machine,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Monks,
Guru Guru,
The Techniques,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronan,
The Evens,
Bob Dylan,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
Pole,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.