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 Belarus and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Au Pairs to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Barry Ungar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Interpol,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
Pagans,
Lyres,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The American Breed,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Black Flag,
Franke,
Moss Icon,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.