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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
MC5,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Sällskapet,
Cluster,
Niagra,
John Holt,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funky Four + One,
Faust,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
Bad Manners,
Al Stewart,
Connie Case,
Ken Boothe,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.