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 Marshall Islands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Throbbing Gristle,
David Bowie,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Green,
Sonic Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ponytail,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
ABC,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
The Fire Engines,
Interpol,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suicide,
James White and The Blacks,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alison Limerick,
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.