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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
Clear Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
New York Dolls,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
Althea and Donna,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Television,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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.