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 Belarus and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Black Bananas to the techno 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Sällskapet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Happenings,
Black Pus,
Nils Olav,
Gong,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Dirtbombs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
Metal Thangz,
Spandau Ballet,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.