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 Jamaica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Joey Negro to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 marimba 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Hot Snakes,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
The Dirtbombs,
Niagra,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Marc Almond,
Magazine,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Television,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Interpol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.