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 Romania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Yusef Lateef,
Ludus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
The Cramps,
The Tremeloes,
Scientists,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Lyres,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Mission of Burma,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Leaves,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.