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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grauzone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Deakin,
Cal Tjader,
Simply Red,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Television,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spoonie Gee,
The Electric Prunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.