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 Malawi and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Underground Resistance to the disco 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Aswad,
The Move,
The Trojans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Drexciya,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rufus Thomas,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Pus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rotary Connection,
Isaac Hayes,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.