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 Serbia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pagans,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Saccharine Trust,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick Morgan,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.