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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Associates,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lakeside,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Procol Harum,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mummies,
The Monochrome Set,
the Slits,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
H. Thieme,
Shuggie Otis,
Magma,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.