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 Slovenia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
Parry Music,
T. Rex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Andrew Hill,
Mandrill,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.