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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Zero Boys to the crunk 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near 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 rock 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 güiro and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Rakim,
Faust,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cure,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
ABC,
James White and The Blacks,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier,
Nik Kershaw,
Monks,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Whodini,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.