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 South Sudan and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Moody Blues to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
The American Breed,
Kayak,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Sun Ra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
MDC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tubeway Army,
Stetsasonic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Slits,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
The Black Dice,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Trumans Water,
The Motions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
Jimmy McGriff,
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.