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 Ghana and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Swans,
cv313,
Bronski Beat,
Pagans,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Gong,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Barracudas,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
The Fugs,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Nirvana,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Monks,
FM Einheit,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.