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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 China Crisis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool Moe Dee,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Joey Negro,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Bowie,
Interpol,
Little Man,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Invisible,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
the Human League,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Residents,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronnie Foster,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.