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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
Malaria!,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Dawn Penn,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Negative Approach,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.