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 Slovenia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camberwell Now to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry,
Eddi Front,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Goldenarms,
JFA,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Jawbox,
The Moody Blues,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Mad Mike,
Index,
K-Klass,
Motorama,
Erasure,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.