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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
The Gun Club,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
kango's stein massive,
Popol Vuh,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
Wire,
Grey Daturas,
Moebius,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.