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 Egypt and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Albert Ayler,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Visage,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Derrick May,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Icehouse,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Negative Approach,
The American Breed,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
Bluetip,
X-102,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
Ice-T,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.