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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Japan,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
Ice-T,
Scott Walker,
The Sonics,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
JFA,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Angels of Light,
K-Klass,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Junior Murvin,
Scientists,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.