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 Jordan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
Joy Division,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Black Dice,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echospace,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
The Misunderstood,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
The Fugs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.