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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Techniques to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Trumans Water,
Adolescents,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
The Pop Group,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Christie,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.