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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Sheep,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
Nils Olav,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
The Index,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Warren Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
CMW,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.