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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Blancmange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The Leaves,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deadbeat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
JFA,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.