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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
Amazonics,
The Cure,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Aswad,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Au Pairs,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.