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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
U.S. Maple,
The Sonics,
The Martian,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Warsaw,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Man Parrish,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Can,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Tubeway Army,
Ken Boothe,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
Fela Kuti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.