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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
The United States of America,
Quando Quango,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Ten City,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cure,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.