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 Spain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
Cameo,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Roxy Music,
Bizarre Inc.,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Alice Coltrane,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Sam Rivers,
Dennis Brown,
Infiniti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.