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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Faust to the techno 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Black Sheep,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eve St. Jones,
The Star Department,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Soulsonic Force,
Fad Gadget,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Yaz,
Interpol,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.