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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Fall,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
John Lydon,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.