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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lucky Dragons to the disco 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
Symarip,
Yellowson,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.