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 Fiji and from London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Black Flag,
Mad Mike,
Peter & Gordon,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eli Mardock,
Scrapy,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Alphaville,
Neil Young,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
U.S. Maple,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
The Beau Brummels,
Ludus,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nico,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.