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 Syria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Oneida,
Chrome,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reuben Wilson,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
Little Man,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Five Americans,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.