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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Zeros to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Buckinghams,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Echospace,
June Days,
Y Pants,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
Faust,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.