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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Whodini to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The American Breed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Dark Day,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul Sonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brass Construction,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.