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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Man Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
PIL,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Metal Thangz,
Babytalk,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Nico,
kango's stein massive,
The Music Machine,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.