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 Burkina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Cybotron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Boredoms,
The Gories,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
Ludus,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Mr. Review,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Yazoo,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
June of 44,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.