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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hasil Adkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Associates,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Jerry's Kids,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Grey Daturas,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Scion,
Liliput,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soul II Soul,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
L. Decosne,
Quantec,
the Association,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Traffic Nightmare,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.