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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Seeds to the funk 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
The Real Kids,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Juan Atkins,
Circle Jerks,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Oblivians,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.