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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the jazz 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Ice-T,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
Fela Kuti,
Yaz,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Subhumans,
Steve Hackett,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Basic Channel,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.