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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
The Buckinghams,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Invisible,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rufus Thomas,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Slave,
Oneida,
Dead Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
Gregory Isaacs,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Gang Green,
Sound Behaviour,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
the Normal,
Index,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
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.