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 Tonga and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the punk 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
AZ,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.