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 Togo and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
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 marimba 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 Ludus to the dance 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Moebius,
Bad Manners,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
Flipper,
UT,
Gong,
Donald Byrd,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
The Names,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Joey Negro,
Freddie Wadling,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
Symarip,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
MDC,
Unrelated Segments,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Barry Ungar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.