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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Wake,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Accadde A,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Mantronix,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Roxy Music,
Flash Fearless,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Aswad,
Josef K,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wally Richardson,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
Malaria!,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.