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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 China Crisis to the punk 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Erasure,
The Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
Lucky Dragons,
John Coltrane,
cv313,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
Los Fastidios,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
F. McDonald,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.