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 Saudi Arabia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Babytalk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
48th St. Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Chris Corsano,
Theoretical Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Durutti Column,
Lower 48,
Surgeon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.