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 Tuvalu and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
Cluster,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
The Gap Band,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Joey Negro,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boz Scaggs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.