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 Senegal and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Aswad to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
Liliput,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Nas,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unrelated Segments,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Scion,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.