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 India 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Joy Division,
Alison Limerick,
X-102,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Womack,
Fugazi,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Swans,
Blancmange,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Henry Cow,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
KRS-One,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
E-Dancer,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.