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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-101,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
The Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Erasure,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oneida,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Black Flag,
a-ha,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Camouflage,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.