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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 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 Excepter to the grunge 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Reagan Youth,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.