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 Lesotho and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Evens to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dennis Brown,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Japan,
Nik Kershaw,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
The Searchers,
Andrew Hill,
The Fire Engines,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
The Evens,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Sonics,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Real Kids,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.