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 France and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rod Modell,
The Monks,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
John Foxx,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Slave,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Organ,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
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.