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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Nation of Ulysses 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Hashim,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
Jawbox,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Pet Shop Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
the Normal,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Excepter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.