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 Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the punk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Hasil Adkins,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
The Doors,
Silicon Teens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
The Raincoats,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
The Slackers,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oneida,
Pet Shop Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.