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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Panda Bear to the techno 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
X-Ray Spex,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Graham Central Station,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Offenders,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxy Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Albert Ayler,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Fear,
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.