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 Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Agitation Free,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Rites of Spring,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Unwound,
Gong,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Moss Icon,
The Human League,
Suicide,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ten City,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Loose Ends,
Soft Machine,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
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.