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 Uruguay and from Johannesburg.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Freddie Wadling to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nico,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Slick Rick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
World's Most,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.