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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Detroit Cobras to the electroclash 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cluster,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Charles Mingus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.