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 Australia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Liliput to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
UT,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Main Source,
One Last Wish,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Walker Brothers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.