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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Harmonia to the rap 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.