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 Palau and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pole to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Pantaleimon,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
Kayak,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
ABC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
The Index,
Talk Talk,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.