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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s 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 The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
Gong,
Motorama,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flipper,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
The Modern Lovers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sällskapet,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
In Retrospect,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Thompson Twins,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Selecter,
the Association,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
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.