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 Mexico and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 David Bowie to the rock 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Steve Hackett,
Morten Harket,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hashim,
Neu!,
Skarface,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
The Golliwogs,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.