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 Taiwan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Thompson Twins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alton Ellis,
Country Teasers,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
The Human League,
B.T. Express,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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.