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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
The Cure,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
David Axelrod,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Young Marble Giants,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Interpol,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.