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 Albania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
Donald Byrd,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
OOIOO,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
The Cowsills,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cameo,
The Sound,
Flash Fearless,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
Scion,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Aaron Thompson,
The Grass Roots,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
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.