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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bauhaus,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Sam Rivers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Carl Craig,
The Pretty Things,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Busters,
Scientists,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
The New Christs,
Jacques Brel,
Pole,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
T.S.O.L.,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.