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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Christie to the dance 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fluxion,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
the Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marcia Griffiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Womack,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
MDC,
Wings,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.