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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
the Bar-Kays,
Vainqueur,
The Birthday Party,
The Invisible,
D'Angelo,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Style,
Cheater Slicks,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pulsallama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sight & Sound,
Cybotron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
The Wake,
Public Enemy,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.