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 China and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Bar-Kays to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Darondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tubeway Army,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
Qualms,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.