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 Senegal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Sarah Menescal,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
The Names,
Visage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
The Birthday Party,
Crime,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gories,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Angels of Light,
Model 500,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Althea and Donna,
Livin' Joy,
Zapp,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Danielle Patucci,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Quadrant,
Excepter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Marc Almond,
Joey Negro,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.