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 Czech Republic and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Hoover,
Jawbox,
Howard Jones,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Public Enemy,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scrapy,
Rakim,
John Holt,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dead C,
The Fuzztones,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Popol Vuh,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Last Poets,
Outsiders,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.