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 Sri Lanka and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Organ,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Wings,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Accadde A,
Gang Starr,
The Moleskins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.