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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
World's Most,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
ABC,
OOIOO,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Barrington Levy,
Skaos,
Joyce Sims,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Mr. Review,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
The Happenings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Letta Mbulu,
Public Enemy,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.