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 Romania and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Bad Manners to the rock 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
The Associates,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Sheep,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
Eurythmics,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
The Remains,
Unwound,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.