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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Tim Buckley,
The Moody Blues,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Adolescents,
Index,
The Gories,
KRS-One,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Names,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monks,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
The Victims,
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.