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 Israel and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Walker Brothers to the techno 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Jeff Mills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple,
Mark Hollis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The American Breed,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Dead C,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Gerry Rafferty,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Dennis Brown,
The Skatalites,
48th St. Collective,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.