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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Style to the techno 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mandrill,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Normal,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quando Quango,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Supertramp,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Moon,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Howard Jones,
Make Up,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Terrestrial Tones,
Albert Ayler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Index,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.