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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Andrew Hill to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
Aural Exciters,
Porter Ricks,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Accadde A,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Little Man,
Model 500,
Brand Nubian,
Zapp,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.