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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gichy Dan,
The Gories,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick May,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Rekid,
Organ,
Darondo,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
cv313,
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.