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 China and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Crooked Eye,
Erykah Badu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Modern Lovers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Icehouse,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.