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 Kenya and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 disco 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Moody Blues,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
Gabor Szabo,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Ice-T,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.