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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sällskapet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Amon Düül,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Magma,
Leonard Cohen,
Barbara Tucker,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Henry Cow,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective,
Audionom,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.