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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Copeland,
The New Christs,
Idris Muhammad,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
Jawbox,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nas,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
The Kinks,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
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.