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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the rap 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
DNA,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Teasers,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Lyres,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Thee Headcoats,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Jandek,
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.