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 Grenada and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Robert Görl to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Peter & Gordon,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Erasure,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Bush Tetras,
The Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
B.T. Express,
The Real Kids,
Tres Demented,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.