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 Morocco and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
Man Parrish,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Funky Four + One,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cecil Taylor,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
Susan Cadogan,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.