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 New Zealand and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a sitar 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?
The United States of America,
Absolute Body Control,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
John Foxx,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills,
The Last Poets,
Darondo,
Visage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Q65,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
the Germs,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Franke,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Television,
The Fall,
Ice-T,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.