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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liliput,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Bluetip,
Zapp,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.