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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 John Holt to the grunge 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skarface,
Scion,
Brick,
Joe Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Duran Duran,
Dead Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Pagans,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Quando Quango,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warsaw,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stetsasonic,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lower 48,
The Red Krayola,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.