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 Oman and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The J.B.'s to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Jerry's Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
The Martian,
Minnie Riperton,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
World's Most,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Monolake,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson,
Delta 5,
Minny Pops,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.