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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Animal Collective to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Parrish,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
The Victims,
The Litter,
Model 500,
AZ,
Babytalk,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
The Leaves,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.