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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gories,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unwound,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Tim Buckley,
Cameo,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kevin Saunderson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Dual Sessions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.