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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Index,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
T. Rex,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Skriet,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
The Mojo Men,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
X-Ray Spex,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.