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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Dark Day,
The Searchers,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deadbeat,
Shuggie Otis,
Rakim,
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
Lakeside,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Icehouse,
Carl Craig,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Faraquet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roxette,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Symarip,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.