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 Lithuania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a 808 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
The Names,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
John Cale,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.