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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Quadrant,
Qualms,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.