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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the rap 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Janne Schatter,
UT,
The Vogues,
Das Ding,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Absolute Body Control,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
the Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.