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 Dominica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 sitar 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 Glambeats Corp. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Gladiators,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Five Americans,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Newcleus,
Mars,
EPMD,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Motorama,
Jimmy McGriff,
PIL,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
X-101,
The Neon Judgement,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.