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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
The Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers,
Sarah Menescal,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Marmalade,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
The Five Americans,
Donny Hathaway,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.