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 Micronesia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bauhaus,
the Swans,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stereo Dub,
Ultra Naté,
Altered Images,
X-101,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
The Standells,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.