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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ultravox,
T. Rex,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Clear Light,
Warsaw,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Pole,
Duran Duran,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
The Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
The J.B.'s,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
10cc,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.