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 Ukraine and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Young Rascals to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
PIL,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
Au Pairs,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wings,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Black Flag,
Isaac Hayes,
Harry Pussy,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.