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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
48th St. Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Quantec,
Oneida,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
Buzzcocks,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Monolake,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.