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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Lyres,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Section 25,
ABC,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cure,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.