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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 John Holt to the punk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Agent Orange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Schoolly D,
Stiv Bators,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Desert Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blackbyrds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Nas,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faust,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.