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 Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 güiro 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amazonics,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Soulsonic Force,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
The Monks,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
The Kinks,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy Collins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
The Remains,
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.