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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
One Last Wish,
Index,
Interpol,
Suburban Knight,
Rod Modell,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Main Source,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Toni Rubio,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Parry Music,
Dawn Penn,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
the Normal,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.