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 Congo and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
Monolake,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantytec,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Bauhaus,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.