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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Robert Görl to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Terry,
Swell Maps,
Lyres,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Swans,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Gichy Dan,
The Human League,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ice-T,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Smoke,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.