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 Madagascar and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barry Ungar,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Max Romeo,
The Vogues,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Goldenarms,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
Procol Harum,
The Kinks,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Porter Ricks,
Ossler,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.