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 Mali and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Jandek to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
David Axelrod,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Fatback Band,
Dennis Brown,
Supertramp,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Average White Band,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
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.