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 Qatar and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Buckinghams to the rap 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
Visage,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wire,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Flash Fearless,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.