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 Belarus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sandy B,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Country Teasers,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Blancmange,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.