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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
Fear,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
The Smiths,
John Holt,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Gichy Dan,
kango's stein massive,
Yazoo,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Motions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cowsills,
Amon Düül II,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.