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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Goldenarms,
Rotary Connection,
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Isaac Hayes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Machine,
David Bowie,
Nirvana,
Hoover,
Chrome,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Interpol,
JFA,
Wings,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
Ossler,
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.