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 Samoa and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Stooges to the funk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
The Kinks,
Stereo Dub,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül II,
The Mojo Men,
The Slits,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
In Retrospect,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chris Corsano,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
EPMD,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Terry Callier,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Raincoats,
X-102,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.