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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Excepter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Sound Behaviour,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Ossler,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Scott Walker,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harmonia,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Jandek,
AZ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lightning Bolt,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
the Sonics,
The Litter,
Rites of Spring,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.