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 Romania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dual Sessions,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Leonard Cohen,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Surgeon,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.