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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick May,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deakin,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Symarip,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.