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 Botswana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 June Days to the rap 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joy Division,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Morten Harket,
Ultra Naté,
Q and Not U,
Inner City,
Rakim,
The Blues Magoos,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MC5,
Theoretical Girls,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Desert Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Make Up,
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.