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 Cape Verde and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Isaac Hayes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
The Victims,
The Index,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Loose Ends,
Crispy Ambulance,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.