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 Benin and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Unwound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Severed Heads,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Ossler,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Duran Duran,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
X-101,
The Evens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Minnie Riperton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
Erykah Badu,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
Sex Pistols,
The Moody Blues,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
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.