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 Kenya and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
EPMD,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.