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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Eric Copeland,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joe Smooth,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Franke,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fat Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.