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 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Juan Atkins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
Marc Almond,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magma,
In Retrospect,
The Barracudas,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Television,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
Barbara Tucker,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Second Layer,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.