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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Wire to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Raincoats,
Bill Wells,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Monochrome Set,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Al Stewart,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Althea and Donna,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
Groovy Waters,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of 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.