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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rekid,
Flipper,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Cal Tjader,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Leaves,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
Kevin Saunderson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.