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 Cyprus and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Excepter,
The Associates,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
David Axelrod,
Gang of Four,
Henry Cow,
Tubeway Army,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Nils Olav,
Bush Tetras,
Von Mondo,
The Searchers,
Hot Snakes,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Stereo Dub,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Scientists,
Gang Green,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.