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 East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Ludus,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Surgeon,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Davy DMX,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Cluster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Model 500,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Quadrant,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ituana,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.