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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The New Christs 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
World's Most,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Barbara Tucker,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
Subhumans,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.