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 Qatar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Archie Shepp to the dance 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Yusef Lateef,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
The Last Poets,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
the Human League,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
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.