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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
Clear Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Tim Buckley,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Henry Cow,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.