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 Peru and from Bologna.
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 1964 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 Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the techno 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott Heron,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Almond,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Cramps,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Section 25,
Little Man,
Kas Product,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Cheater Slicks,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.