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 Korea South and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camberwell Now,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.