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 Tonga and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Mr. Review,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Moby Grape,
ABC,
The Zeros,
Cluster,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
The Trojans,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Slave,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Christie,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Techniques,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Black Dice,
Skriet,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.