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 Israel and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scott Walker to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Kaleidoscope,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
B.T. Express,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Mr. Review,
Sam Rivers,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.