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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Howard Jones,
Piero Umiliani,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Althea and Donna,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q65,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Excepter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.