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 Nicaragua and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 the Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 harpsichord and an organ 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Barracudas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
The Skatalites,
Ultra Naté,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Janne Schatter,
The Smoke,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Roger Hodgson,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.