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 Ghana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
CMW,
Grauzone,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Popol Vuh,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Eurythmics,
Eve St. Jones,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Stereo Dub,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Bill Near,
Television,
X-102,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Sällskapet,
Sun City Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.