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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Pole,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
New Age Steppers,
The Cowsills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Mad Mike,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
Adolescents,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Monks,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.