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 Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Associates,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
Arcadia,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Wyatt,
Aswad,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.