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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Scrapy,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Organ,
Stereo Dub,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
Pylon,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Wings,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Order,
The Residents,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.