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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
F. McDonald,
Sparks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.