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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the jazz 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
John Holt,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Connie Case,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
The Star Department,
Gong,
The Cure,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.