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 Syria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Tubeway Army,
Fugazi,
The Cramps,
Essential Logic,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
The Misunderstood,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Invisible,
Porter Ricks,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Dead Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.