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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
In Retrospect,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Outsiders,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Severed Heads,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.