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 Dominica and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Technova,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kenny Larkin,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Quadrant,
Al Stewart,
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.