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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Index,
The Offenders,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Neu!,
The Toasters,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Sherman,
Mars,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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.