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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arcadia 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cowsills,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacob Miller,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cure,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Banda Bassotti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Minnie Riperton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Gang Starr,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Busters,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
The New Christs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.