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 Philippines and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
The Associates,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
These Immortal Souls,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Underground Resistance,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Rekid,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
Eden Ahbez,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.