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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Faraquet,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
Agitation Free,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
La Düsseldorf,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Fall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
cv313,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
The Residents,
Main Source,
X-102,
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.