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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Khruangbin,
The Moody Blues,
Scratch Acid,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Stereo Dub,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Green,
Marcia Griffiths,
cv313,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doors,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
A Certain Ratio,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The United States of America,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.