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 Portugal and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fortunes,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Model 500,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
Henry Cow,
Depeche Mode,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
The Wake,
Magazine,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Minny Pops,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Surgeon,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.