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 Togo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slackers,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
The Last Poets,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scion,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Faust,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Starr,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.