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 Qatar and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the rock 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Mars,
Slick Rick,
L. Decosne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Sixth Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joensuu 1685,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Essential Logic,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Gladiators,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Rapeman,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül II,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.