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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Youth Brigade to the disco 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes 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?
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fortunes,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
Young Marble Giants,
The Toasters,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
The Shadows of Knight,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Monolake,
Quadrant,
Iggy Pop,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Thee Headcoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Half Japanese,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.