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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
The Fugs,
Chris & Cosey,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angry Samoans,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
The Associates,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.