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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Marine Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Terry,
The Cramps,
The Selecter,
Model 500,
JFA,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
E-Dancer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
John Cale,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
The New Christs,
Whodini,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
Pagans,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
FM Einheit,
Colin Newman,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.