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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Morten Harket,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Harmonia,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
MDC,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
T.S.O.L.,
Sound Behaviour,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
The Leaves,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.