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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Tommy Roe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
The Zeros,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
The Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faust,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
Marmalade,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Roxette,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
the Association,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.