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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Modern Lovers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Glenn Branca,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
the Germs,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.