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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Cybotron,
The Misunderstood,
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.