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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 The Litter to the grime 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Trumans Water,
Ten City,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Ossler,
Glenn Branca,
the Human League,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Franke,
The Searchers,
Thompson Twins,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Scan 7,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Janne Schatter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alphaville,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.