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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Marmalade,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Section 25,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Divine Comedy,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Khruangbin,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Loose Ends,
Bob Dylan,
Graham Central Station,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.