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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
The Kinks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Index,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Liliput,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Darondo,
Rod Modell,
One Last Wish,
The Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Pulsallama,
Slave,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sällskapet,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Lindisfarne,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.