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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 June of 44 to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bauhaus,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Bob Dylan,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Smog,
Black Pus,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Sherman,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Jacques Brel,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Kurtis Blow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.