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 Nauru and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 the Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
New Order,
Mark Hollis,
Pagans,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
Index,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
The American Breed,
the Association,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang On A Can,
JFA,
The United States of America,
Darondo,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Mad Mike,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.