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 Congo and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scan 7 to the funk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Marine Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Thee Headcoats,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Clear Light,
The Cowsills,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Oneida,
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.