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 East Timor and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Moebius,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Germs,
Boredoms,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
K-Klass,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.