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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Talk Talk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rosa Yemen,
John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
Sixth Finger,
The Moleskins,
Sex Pistols,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
The Gun Club,
the Sonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skaos,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Mark Hollis,
Funkadelic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heaven 17,
Michelle Simonal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Pus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Arcadia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.