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 Italy and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Scientists to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Severed Heads,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Magazine,
Black Sheep,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
The Pop Group,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dawn Penn,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.