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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Lalann,
Magma,
Qualms,
Hoover,
Colin Newman,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Duran Duran,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liliput,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Leaves,
Ponytail,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
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.