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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Arthur Verocai,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Scientists,
The Golliwogs,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
K-Klass,
Severed Heads,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
The Martian,
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.