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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
The Real Kids,
Marc Almond,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Wyatt,
Stereo Dub,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.