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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Magma 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Massinfluence,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.