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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Sneak to the disco 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Television,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Ultravox,
La Düsseldorf,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Selecter,
UT,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Style,
Sister Nancy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.