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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lightning Bolt,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
The Fortunes,
Average White Band,
Negative Approach,
Funkadelic,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gap Band,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Newcleus,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Slackers,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Matthew Halsall,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Reagan Youth,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.