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 Egypt and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Count Five to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Saccharine Trust,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Count Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Khruangbin,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dark Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
K-Klass,
Section 25,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
CMW,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
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.