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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
Camouflage,
the Normal,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Josef K,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Glenn Branca,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Cheater Slicks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Womack,
T.S.O.L.,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Sixth Finger,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang of Four,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.