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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and an organ 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 oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.