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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the grunge 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Fugazi,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
Donny Hathaway,
the Association,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Excepter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
The United States of America,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Wake,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.