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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Germs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Nas,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magazine,
The Gories,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
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Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minutemen,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.