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 Czech Republic and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick May to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Slick Rick,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
The Move,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Bar-Kays,
Hoover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Eve St. Jones,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Joey Negro,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Henry Cow,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The New Christs,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.