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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Moody Blues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun City Girls,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
ABC,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Connie Case,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Banda Bassotti,
Piero Umiliani,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.