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 Togo and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
The Kinks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
John Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Cramps,
The Last Poets,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erykah Badu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Marvin Gaye,
Nico,
The United States of America,
Junior Murvin,
Saccharine Trust,
F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Q65,
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.