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 Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Crash Course in Science,
Das Ding,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Wire,
The Martian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
the Association,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
UT,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
Grey Daturas,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.