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 Singapore and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
DNA,
The Angels of Light,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Siglo XX,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Skarface,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.