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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kinks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Lightning Bolt,
One Last Wish,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
Hardrive,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Ohio Players,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Yellowson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Silicon Teens,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cecil Taylor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
Talk Talk,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.