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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and an organ 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?
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
FM Einheit,
David Axelrod,
John Cale,
Gong,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Skaos,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.