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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
Icehouse,
Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Alice Coltrane,
The Move,
Swell Maps,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Bad Manners,
Dave Gahan,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Lou Christie,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
AZ,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.