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 Kenya and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Minutemen,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Hoover,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
World's Most,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.