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 Lebanon and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Robert Görl to the disco 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
AZ,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Fear,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Alton Ellis,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.