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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Monochrome Set 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bad Manners,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Rundgren,
The Offenders,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hot Snakes,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
E-Dancer,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Green,
Andrew Hill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.