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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Neil Young,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fatback Band,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.