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 Chad and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a güiro 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Jandek,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Fatback Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Ossler,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Liliput,
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Golliwogs,
UT,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.