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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
AZ,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Magma,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Lakeside,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Mantronix,
Basic Channel,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Smog,
This Heat,
Delta 5,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.