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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Throbbing Gristle to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Slits,
Howard Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wire,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
Agitation Free,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
Scion,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Grauzone,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.