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 Tanzania and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 David Bowie to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
Charles Mingus,
Neil Young,
AZ,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
8 Eyed Spy,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Matthew Halsall,
Spoonie Gee,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.