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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June Days to the electroclash 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cowsills,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Pussy Galore,
Stetsasonic,
Chris Corsano,
The Names,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Matthew Halsall,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Black Sheep,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Skaos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moss Icon,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
This Heat,
Gang of Four,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.