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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bluetip to the rock 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
the Human League,
AZ,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dave Gahan,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.