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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warsaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Smoke,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Parry Music,
Iggy Pop,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Cluster,
Wire,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.