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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Remains,
David Bowie,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Public Enemy,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
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Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Godley & Creme,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.