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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '60s 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 Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Deadbeat,
Pussy Galore,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
ABC,
Inner City,
Das Ding,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Charles Mingus,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.