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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
L. Decosne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mummies,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
Grauzone,
Junior Murvin,
Surgeon,
Nils Olav,
Blake Baxter,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
Joensuu 1685,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Bronski Beat,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Groovy Waters,
the Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-102,
Television,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.