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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eric Copeland to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
Dual Sessions,
John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Nas,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Newcleus,
cv313,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.