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 Latvia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
Monolake,
Ultravox,
Ponytail,
Patti Smith,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Circle Jerks,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Magazine,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Spandau Ballet,
Laurel Aitken,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Sun Ra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.