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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Smog,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
E-Dancer,
Pussy Galore,
Lakeside,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masters at Work,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Eric Dolphy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Suicide,
The Associates,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stetsasonic,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Half Japanese,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Pole,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Black Pus,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
Whodini,
Scion,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.