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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Gun Club,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slits,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Althea and Donna,
Groovy Waters,
PIL,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.