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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Organ,
The Fugs,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
kango's stein massive,
The Gladiators,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Popol Vuh,
Crash Course in Science,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Procol Harum,
a-ha,
The Trojans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.