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 Brunei and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.