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 Albania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
UT,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bootsy Collins,
Cybotron,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Magma,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Massinfluence,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.