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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 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?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gabor Szabo,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Toni Rubio,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
Black Moon,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.