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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a guitar 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Minor Threat,
The Walker Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
Skaos,
EPMD,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
The Human League,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.