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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Stockholm Monsters to the punk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Max Romeo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
AZ,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
New Age Steppers,
The Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mad Mike,
Kenny Larkin,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.