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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erykah Badu,
Ultravox,
The Mojo Men,
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Das Ding,
Y Pants,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
X-102,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.