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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Deakin,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Visage,
Siglo XX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monks,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers,
Steve Hackett,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.