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 Croatia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 a linndrum 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Banda Bassotti,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
David McCallum,
Slave,
John Cale,
Boz Scaggs,
Patti Smith,
Todd Terry,
Glenn Branca,
Jandek,
Henry Cow,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Sällskapet,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Kayak,
Crash Course in Science,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.