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 Armenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Stooges,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.