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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deakin 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a guitar 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
Barrington Levy,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Pantytec,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.