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 Italy and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Vainqueur,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Organ,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Aloha Tigers,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.