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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Franke,
Flipper,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
John Foxx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Derrick May,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott,
Quando Quango,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
The Knickerbockers,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Andrew Hill,
Davy DMX,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.