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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 American Breed to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Soul Sonic Force,
UT,
Oblivians,
Buzzcocks,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tim Buckley,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.