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 Gabon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Divine Comedy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
World's Most,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Nils Olav,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Japan,
The Associates,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxette,
Goldenarms,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
MDC,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Tom Boy,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Alton Ellis,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.