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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Circle Jerks to the dance 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Minor Threat,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
Reuben Wilson,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Mars,
Crime,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.