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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Ice-T,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Second Layer,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barry Ungar,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Drive Like Jehu,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.