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 Cuba and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kinks to the funk 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Althea and Donna,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Neu!,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Shoche,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
Nas,
the Soft Cell,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
Q65,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.