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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
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 theremin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Letta Mbulu,
Icehouse,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
June of 44,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Wire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
The Associates,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Beau Brummels,
Tubeway Army,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Fear,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.