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 Ivory Coast and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Sixth Finger,
The Wake,
Lalann,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Yusef Lateef,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
MDC,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
The Buckinghams,
The Skatalites,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.