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 Cyprus and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
Mark Hollis,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scrapy,
The Gladiators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dirtbombs,
Brand Nubian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.