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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
Chrome,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry's Kids,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Star Department,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Gastr Del Sol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Joensuu 1685,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Hoover,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
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.