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 Gabon and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Slick Rick to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hashim,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Japan,
Dark Day,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Lebanon Hanover,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.