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 Lucia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Birthday Party to the rock 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Starr,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barrington Levy,
Sun City Girls,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
H. Thieme,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Rhythm & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wings,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Adolescents,
Essential Logic,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Techniques,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.