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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
The Pretty Things,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
The Buckinghams,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
the Slits,
JFA,
Suburban Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Urselle,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cluster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
New Age Steppers,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
Kurtis Blow,
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.