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 Lebanon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Laurel Aitken,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Walker Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sugar Minott,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.