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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eurythmics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
In Retrospect,
Alphaville,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
U.S. Maple,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
The Last Poets,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans,
Grauzone,
Tropical Tobacco,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Agent Orange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Remains,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.