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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 MC5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
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.