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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABC,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June of 44,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Sherman,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Bar-Kays,
Ken Boothe,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Blossom Toes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Nico,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.