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 the UAE and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Stooges to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Copeland,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Supertramp,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Cymande,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kool Moe Dee,
Adolescents,
Quantec,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Buzzcocks,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Reuben Wilson,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.