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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Yaz,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jandek,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Sonics,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
These Immortal Souls,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
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.