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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Q65 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Desert Stars,
Wings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Underground Resistance,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jandek,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.