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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Mexico City and Tokyo.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
10cc,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Move,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
The Monks,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.