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 Tajikistan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Ronan to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Hashim,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gabor Szabo,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.