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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 Pole to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 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 Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
E-Dancer,
X-101,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scrapy,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
Deepchord,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Technova,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.