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 France and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oneida,
X-101,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
The Moody Blues,
The Slackers,
Wings,
The Doors,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
One Last Wish,
Funkadelic,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Livin' Joy,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.