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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Procol Harum to the techno 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Sam Rivers,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
T.S.O.L.,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
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.