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 India and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Slackers to the grime 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Hardrive,
Sight & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Pole,
Whodini,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
the Bar-Kays,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.