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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Buzzcocks,
Smog,
ABC,
Blancmange,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
OOIOO,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.