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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Girls At Our Best!,
Danielle Patucci,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
This Heat,
Josef K,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Rites of Spring,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
the Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.