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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Tim Buckley,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
CMW,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
The Barracudas,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Scion,
The Names,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
Panda Bear,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dark Day,
Organ,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
John Holt,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.