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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
the Soft Cell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roxette,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
These Immortal Souls,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Nas,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Surgeon,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.