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 Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Skarface,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Gabor Szabo,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
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.