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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Letta Mbulu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Marcia Griffiths,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Erasure,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Television,
Yellowson,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
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.