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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crispian St. Peters to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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?
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter and Kerry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Cluster,
Lalo Schifrin,
H. Thieme,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Steve Hackett,
Tommy Roe,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
Audionom,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
James White and The Blacks,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.