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 Korea South and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Fat Boys,
Organ,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
The Divine Comedy,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
The Index,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
The Busters,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.