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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 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 The Cramps to the grunge 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Eden Ahbez,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Magma,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
E-Dancer,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Dual Sessions,
Franke,
B.T. Express,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.