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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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 Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
The Gories,
Scion,
New Order,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Standells,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liliput,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Andrew Hill,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Urselle,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.