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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the rock 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Excepter,
Spoonie Gee,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
China Crisis,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
These Immortal Souls,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Brothers Johnson,
Animal Collective,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Main Source,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cybotron,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.