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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Alarm Clocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Franke 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Kurtis Blow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Zapp,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Offenders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bluetip,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Popol Vuh,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Brass Construction,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Sneak,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.