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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Mad Mike to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Carl Craig,
Drexciya,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Vainqueur,
Heaven 17,
Outsiders,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Surgeon,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.