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 Laos and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grunge 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
John Foxx,
Iggy Pop,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Toni Rubio,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Motorama,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Selecter,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Japan,
The Sound,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.