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 Philippines and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
48th St. Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
JFA,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
The Red Krayola,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
The Last Poets,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
Country Teasers,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Josef K,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.