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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Babytalk,
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Harmonia,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Deepchord,
Gong,
Max Romeo,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.