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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Alphaville,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Bill Wells,
Barrington Levy,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Youth Brigade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gun Club,
PIL,
Buzzcocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Roxette,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.