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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Motorama,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
John Lydon,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sandy B,
Brick,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.