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 Guyana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Wally Richardson to the techno 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-101,
Johnny Osbourne,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
AZ,
H. Thieme,
The Wake,
Rapeman,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Rotary Connection,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gong,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Al Stewart,
Popol Vuh,
Radiohead,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.