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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Massinfluence,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
Soft Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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.