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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Juan Atkins,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Shuggie Otis,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Motorama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Talk Talk,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Isaac Hayes,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Dead Boys,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
John Holt,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Swans,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Procol Harum,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nas,
Yellowson,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.