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 Moldova and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Roxette,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Index,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
The Toasters,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Japan,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Khruangbin,
Dawn Penn,
Hoover,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.