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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DJ Style to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
The Leaves,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Lee Hazlewood,
New Order,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
the Swans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Ituana,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Jandek,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.