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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Rosa Yemen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Newcleus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MC5,
Harry Pussy,
The Wake,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Al Stewart,
UT,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sonics,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Sun City Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.