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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Oneida,
Deadbeat,
John Holt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
The Saints,
the Swans,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
the Normal,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.