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 Mozambique and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Al Stewart,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rosa Yemen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
T. Rex,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
JFA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Black Dice,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.