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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Pylon,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.