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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the disco 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 linndrum and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Porter Ricks,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
The Birthday Party,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
Unwound,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gichy Dan,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Dark Day,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.