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 Bolivia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Young Rascals to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Ken Boothe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.