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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Animal Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
The Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Skarface,
Warren Ellis,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
D'Angelo,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
Kurtis Blow,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
Suicide,
The Motions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
The Modern Lovers,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Adolescents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.