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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jandek to the grime 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Harmonia,
Minnie Riperton,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
The Human League,
John Cale,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Mantronix,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
E-Dancer,
Shoche,
World's Most,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
The United States of America,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.