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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cowsills to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
The Star Department,
Rod Modell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
The Motions,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
New Age Steppers,
Marine Girls,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.