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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Pole,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Visage,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
kango's stein massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bill Wells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Model 500,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.