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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blancmange to the grunge 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Henry Cow,
Lalann,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Severed Heads,
The Five Americans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Qualms,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
The Leaves,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.