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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Tres Demented,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Black Sheep,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
These Immortal Souls,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter and Kerry,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.