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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Blues Magoos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
The Toasters,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Harmonia,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Quantec,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Inner City,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Q65,
Make Up,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Juan Atkins,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.