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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
The Motions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
Skarface,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Flipper,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Sparks,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.