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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monks to the dance 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
The Doors,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
L. Decosne,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Amon Düül,
Roxette,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.