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 Belize and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
Camberwell Now,
Japan,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Monolake,
Tim Buckley,
The Seeds,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Arthur Verocai,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
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.