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 Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Cymande,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Ituana,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Nico,
Fat Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Symarip,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Swell Maps,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
The Knickerbockers,
Goldenarms,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Vainqueur,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.