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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Zeros,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
Faust,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Joe Smooth,
Wings,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
Lower 48,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
Sonny Sharrock,
cv313,
The Remains,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mummies,
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.