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 Swaziland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Little Man,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
The Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Mad Mike,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
The United States of America,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Banda Bassotti,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Parry Music,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.