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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Fluxion to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Jawbox,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Pole,
Boredoms,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Roxette,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Piero Umiliani,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Loose Ends,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Godley & Creme,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
CMW,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Little Man,
Fatback Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.