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 China and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Angry Samoans,
Slick Rick,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
The Modern Lovers,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Ten City,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Count Five,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Kayak,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Motorama,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Standells,
The Vogues,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.