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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
The Sonics,
Kas Product,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unwound,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
In Retrospect,
Suburban Knight,
Boz Scaggs,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sugar Minott,
Royal Trux,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
UT,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.