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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sister Nancy,
Mandrill,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arthur Verocai,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Roy Ayers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Shoche,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Funky Four + One,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.