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 Venezuela and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Doors to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Marvin Gaye,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
cv313,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
Minutemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Swell Maps,
Bill Near,
Eric Copeland,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
Charles Mingus,
David Bowie,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Rites of Spring,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
The Slits,
Slave,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.