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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scan 7 to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Index,
The Human League,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
The Last Poets,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Mr. Review,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
X-101,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.