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 Guatemala and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Wings,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Vainqueur,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.