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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New York Dolls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Christie,
Fatback Band,
the Germs,
Tim Buckley,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Dark Day,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.