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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Lou Reed 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
JFA,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Pantytec,
L. Decosne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Groovy Waters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Agent Orange,
The Evens,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Wire,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Urselle,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Brick,
X-101,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.