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 Djibouti and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fear,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Count Five,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.