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 Italy and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Henry Cow to the rap 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
The Walker Brothers,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang of Four,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.