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 Iran and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grime 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
The Wake,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
The Fuzztones,
Can,
Whodini,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Flash Fearless,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
David Axelrod,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wire,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.