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 Cyprus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Move,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
Black Moon,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Drexciya,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Clear Light,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Motions,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Main Source,
Excepter,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.