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 Norway and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
John Holt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
James White and The Blacks,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Slits,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
Section 25,
Technova,
Flash Fearless,
Marvin Gaye,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Rapeman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.