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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
Laurel Aitken,
the Association,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yaz,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
The Grass Roots,
Jimmy McGriff,
EPMD,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.