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 Colombia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 synthesizer 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Q65,
Gong,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
The J.B.'s,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
The Residents,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monolake,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Bar-Kays,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Alice Coltrane,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.