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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Vladislav Delay to the rock 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Crash Course in Science,
Cal Tjader,
Connie Case,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Victims,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.