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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Pole,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Magma,
The Slackers,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
John Holt,
New Order,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anthony Braxton,
Rosa Yemen,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.