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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Royal Family And The Poor 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Swell Maps,
Harry Pussy,
Nas,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Sound Behaviour,
Magma,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Rakim,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grey Daturas,
Pierre Henry,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.