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 Namibia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Edmonton and Beijing.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Sound Behaviour,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Make Up,
The Cowsills,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.