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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neu! to the crunk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
The Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Gabor Szabo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Blake Baxter,
Stiv Bators,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rites of Spring,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.