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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
Jeff Lynne,
Kaleidoscope,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thompson Twins,
The Durutti Column,
ABBA,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
New Order,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sister Nancy,
Liliput,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bob Dylan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chrome,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Max Romeo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Duran Duran,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.