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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
Can,
Suicide,
The Saints,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Circle Jerks,
Slick Rick,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
Mandrill,
Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Moleskins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
The Dead C,
Accadde A,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.