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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the grime 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Vainqueur,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
Severed Heads,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
The Litter,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
48th St. Collective,
Stiv Bators,
Fela Kuti,
Oneida,
Nico,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.