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 Haiti and from Johannesburg.
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 Lagos and Calgary.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stereo Dub,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fat Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Lindisfarne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Magma,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Gong,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.