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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Desert Stars to the jazz 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gang Green,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
La Düsseldorf,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
Nico,
Mo-Dettes,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Carl Craig,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Colin Newman,
Ten City,
The Monks,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Peter and Kerry,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.