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 Singapore and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Todd Rundgren,
Agitation Free,
The Vogues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Kayak,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Popol Vuh,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Moebius,
Babytalk,
Quantec,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.