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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Busters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Spoonie Gee,
MC5,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Roxette,
Albert Ayler,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.