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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Wasted Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Scott Walker,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
Roxette,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Loose Ends,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Roxy Music,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
The Litter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.