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 Austria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a 808 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Nas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
B.T. Express,
Masters at Work,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Pulsallama,
Toni Rubio,
the Swans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nirvana,
Bill Wells,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Marmalade,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.