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 Moldova and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Quantec to the techno 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Radiohead,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
The Trojans,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Neu!,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
Franke,
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
EPMD,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Swell Maps,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.