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 Morocco and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Moebius,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.