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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Silicon Teens,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Last Poets,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.