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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Monochrome Set to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
X-101,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
DJ Sneak,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
Monolake,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Faust,
K-Klass,
David McCallum,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.