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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Scientists,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Groovy Waters,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Peter and Kerry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Roxy Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
The Kinks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Scion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.