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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Red Krayola to the funk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Zeros,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Thompson Twins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
Grauzone,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stereo Dub,
Heaven 17,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.