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 Tonga and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Brick to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Moebius,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.