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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the rock 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Cluster,
Deepchord,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Barrington Levy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Dual Sessions,
The Mojo Men,
Make Up,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Lyres,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fortunes,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.