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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the rock 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Tubeway Army,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Sandy B,
Shuggie Otis,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Yazoo,
Quantec,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Near,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sparks,
The Red Krayola,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Womack,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.