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 the UAE and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Loose Ends,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Simply Red,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Audionom,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
The Gladiators,
E-Dancer,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Donny Hathaway,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.