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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Josef K,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
The Remains,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Ken Boothe,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Freddie Wadling,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
The Durutti Column,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Barry Ungar,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.