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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
In Retrospect,
Supertramp,
Crash Course in Science,
Brand Nubian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Loose Ends,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Duran Duran,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.