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 Dominica and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Tom Boy,
The Red Krayola,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
The Raincoats,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Peter and Kerry,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blossom Toes,
Deepchord,
Prince Buster,
Lakeside,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Pop Group,
Model 500,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blake Baxter,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.