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 Luxembourg and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sandy B to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mummies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Make Up,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Finger,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
Josef K,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Accadde A,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.