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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Max Romeo 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a theremin 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
The Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
the Swans,
Rod Modell,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Electric Prunes,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Green,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
L. Decosne,
Eve St. Jones,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.