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 Mexico and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bill Near to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Magazine,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
JFA,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pere Ubu,
Moss Icon,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
Index,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Boredoms,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.