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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
The Associates,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Ponytail,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Supertramp,
The Evens,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deepchord,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.