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 Fiji and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Masters at Work to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gap Band,
Visage,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
UT,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
Gang of Four,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Hardrive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
World's Most,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Black Sheep,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Nico,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wasted Youth,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
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.