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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Mars,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
JFA,
Vladislav Delay,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
Fugazi,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Lakeside,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Dave Gahan,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Motorama,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Spandau Ballet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.