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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Organ to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Duran Duran,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
the Germs,
John Coltrane,
Radio Birdman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Visage,
Maurizio,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.