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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Easy Going,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag,
Alphaville,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Lalann,
Sun City Girls,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
B.T. Express,
Television,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Hashim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Sister Nancy,
Cluster,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
Wings,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
Joy Division,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.