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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Toni Rubio,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Zero Boys,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
David Axelrod,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Halsall,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Ituana,
AZ,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.