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 Philippines and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Nico,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visage,
Urselle,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
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.