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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Arcadia to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Red Krayola,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fear,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Oneida,
Joy Division,
Johnny Osbourne,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Yaz,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zero Boys,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.