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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
The Remains,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Funkadelic,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
Japan,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Scientists,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
The Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.