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 Burkina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
The Seeds,
Pulsallama,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Mission of Burma,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Suburban Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Alice Coltrane,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Visage,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.