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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonic Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
The Sound,
Audionom,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joy Division,
The Velvet Underground,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Can,
Monks,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.