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 Bahamas and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Franke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Danielle Patucci,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Fat Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Silicon Teens,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Joensuu 1685,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
cv313,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Khruangbin,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Juan Atkins,
The Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Whodini,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.