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 Vanuatu and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Sheep,
The Standells,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Television,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
MDC,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Excepter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.