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 Namibia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin 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 Das Ding to the jazz 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Make Up,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
FM Einheit,
The Slits,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Joyce Sims,
Unrelated Segments,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Model 500,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.