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 Slovakia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alice Coltrane,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joe Finger,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.