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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Black Bananas,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Nico,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Eric Copeland,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Brass Construction,
Scratch Acid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
The Vogues,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.