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 Ethiopia and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Todd Terry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
The Fire Engines,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Boredoms,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Andrew Hill,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.