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 Morocco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 Flash Fearless to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Public Enemy,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Arab on Radar,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Piero Umiliani,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Erykah Badu,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
David Axelrod,
Frankie Knuckles,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Main Source,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.