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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.