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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 James White and The Blacks to the grunge 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Slave,
Guru Guru,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Spandau Ballet,
Scientists,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
The Slits,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Royal Trux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.