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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
CMW,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fatback Band,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Visage,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Pulsallama,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.