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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
Albert Ayler,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
The Buckinghams,
The Fire Engines,
Wire,
Hasil Adkins,
MC5,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Star Department,
Desert Stars,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.