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 Sweden and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Main Source,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Style,
Tim Buckley,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yazoo,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Ronnie Foster,
The Tremeloes,
Mary Jane Girls,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.