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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the grunge 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Wally Richardson,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
World's Most,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Camberwell Now,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.