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 Somalia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Kenny Larkin,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
The Blues Magoos,
Camouflage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Eddi Front,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Whodini,
Pussy Galore,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.