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 Tuvalu and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Half Japanese to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
John Lydon,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
the Association,
Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Connie Case,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Man Parrish,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Flash Fearless,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slits,
10cc,
Lungfish,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.