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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
the Slits,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
The Busters,
Harmonia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Dave Gahan,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Lalann,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sight & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fear,
Terry Callier,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.