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 Taiwan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Techniques,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
Smog,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Flag,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Tomorrow,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
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.