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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vogues to the grunge 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Aswad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Kinks,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Model 500,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
the Fania All-Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Juan Atkins,
Ludus,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.