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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
Mandrill,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Moby Grape,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.