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 Algeria and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Image Ltd.,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Patti Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
Pulsallama,
Henry Cow,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
The Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Second Layer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Moon,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.