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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Yaz,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The American Breed,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hashim,
Maleditus Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
Animal Collective,
Crime,
Section 25,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.