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 India and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Newcleus,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Nas,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Iggy Pop,
Fluxion,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Sandy B,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
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.