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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Jacques Brel to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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,
Joensuu 1685,
A Certain Ratio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
the Germs,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Agent Orange,
Royal Trux,
Albert Ayler,
Mad Mike,
Mission of Burma,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
The J.B.'s,
The Standells,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Easy Going,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Suicide,
DJ Style,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.