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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jacob Miller,
Althea and Donna,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yellowson,
Thompson Twins,
Neu!,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
Byron Stingily,
Leonard Cohen,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
The Doobie Brothers,
T. Rex,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Au Pairs,
Panda Bear,
Whodini,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.