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 Kuwait and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Goldenarms,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
Magazine,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.