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 Papua New Guinea 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
The Standells,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Colin Newman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Outsiders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Mandrill,
Los Fastidios,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Josef K,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Pagans,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Angry Samoans,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.