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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boredoms to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Wings,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grey Daturas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
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.