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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Young Rascals to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Steve Hackett,
The Index,
Alphaville,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Marc Almond,
The Selecter,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Icehouse,
The Searchers,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Whodini,
The American Breed,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.