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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Lynne,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
The Velvet Underground,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Ludus,
Man Parrish,
Bill Near,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fuzztones,
Television,
KRS-One,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida,
Bang On A Can,
The Index,
New Order,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.