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 Taiwan and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Godley & Creme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
D'Angelo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
The Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Erykah Badu,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Rekid,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.