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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Neu! to the funk 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
kango's stein massive,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Eden Ahbez,
Minny Pops,
Das Ding,
Derrick Morgan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Aloha Tigers,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Warsaw,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ohio Players,
Babytalk,
The New Christs,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.