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 Algeria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Dennis Brown,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Lalann,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Scion,
X-102,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Davy DMX,
Funkadelic,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.