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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Eli Mardock,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nils Olav,
Bill Near,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
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.