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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The J.B.'s,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Japan,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacques Brel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arcadia,
EPMD,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.