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 Morocco and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Roger Hodgson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Funkadelic,
John Cale,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hot Snakes,
The Selecter,
Fear,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
Tres Demented,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Techniques,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sandy B,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.