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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
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 oboe 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 Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Drexciya,
June Days,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
New Order,
the Association,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Christie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Popol Vuh,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.