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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Suicide to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bluetip,
E-Dancer,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Pagans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nico,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.