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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zeros 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cymande,
Easy Going,
The Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Young Marble Giants,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Carl Craig,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
The Skatalites,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lower 48,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Human League,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Lou Reed,
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.