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 Grenada 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Lebanon Hanover to the techno 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Popol Vuh,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick May,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Colin Newman,
Electric Prunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalann,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.