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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Saints,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
UT,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flash Fearless,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Sugar Minott,
Camberwell Now,
Iggy Pop,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.