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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Buzzcocks,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
The Names,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
AZ,
John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
Tres Demented,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.