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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 June of 44 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Vogues,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Ituana,
Lyres,
KRS-One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Visage,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Kenny Larkin,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
The Alarm Clocks,
John Holt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.