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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the techno 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
H. Thieme,
The Index,
X-101,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Radiohead,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
Index,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
a-ha,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Sherman,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
Faust,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.