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 Paraguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Magma,
Robert Görl,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sex Pistols,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Japan,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
Aswad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dave Gahan,
Gichy Dan,
The Offenders,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Make Up,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.