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 Maldives and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Icehouse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wings,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Franke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q65,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Five Americans,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fad Gadget,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.