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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 OOIOO to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
KRS-One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Bananas,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.