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 United States and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
The Toasters,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Monks,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Aloha Tigers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.